His hips flex again, his eyes squeezing shut. As I watch, his hips jerk once more, and then a fresh wet stain spreads across the lap of his pants.
I suck in a breath. I can’t believe I just watched that happen. It feels indecent…and slightly fascinating.
“Noli poisoning,” he mutters, and another pained groan escapes him. He pants hard. “Pure…torture…cruel…”
Cruel? Me? I move toward him, concerned despite myself. He looks terrible. Feverish. “Are you sick?” I go to his side and put my hand on his brow, then touch his cheek. He feels hot and flushed.
Before I can pull my hand away, he turns his head and nuzzles my palm, licking it. “So beautiful.”
I squeal, pulling away, and clutch the front of my robe. Even now, I can still feel the slickness of his tongue against my sensitive palm, the gentle scrape of his tongue against my skin, and I’m rattled. “What are you doing?”
“It’s the flowers. You think I want to be like this?” A harsh laugh huffs from his exhausted throat. “Fun ended…hours…ago…” And his hips jerk again.
The flowers? What? I stare down at the vase in my hands, then the vase full of bright, pretty blooms on the table. They’re pretty but…oh.
Ohhhhhh.
Oh shit.
The aphrodisiac. It only works on his race. When I thought about the noli, I thought it had to be powdered and dried, like catnip. Or ingested. I didn’t realize simply being around the flowers was going to make him crazy.
Oh dear lord…this explains a lot.
“Oh my god.” I grab the vase on the table near him and hurriedly toss it outside, flinging it as far as I can out the door. I toss down the “weapon” vase, too, because it’s covered in smears of cheery yellow pollen. “Oh my god.”
“Just…wanted…” My praxiian neighbor lets out another pained groan. “T’be with you…Kim…”
I turn. “You what?”
“You,” he manages, panting. “I like you. Or…I did.” He shakes his head… “So…cruel…”
I race back to his side. He LIKES me? The same guy that’s been harassing me for weeks likes me? But…but…
I stare at the enormous erection and the wet pants, and I wring my hands. Did I really do this to him? With the flowers? He truly thinks I’m torturing him to get revenge? And he LIKES me? “I tossed out the flowers! I’m not doing this on purpose!”
“Won’t…help…now…”
“What do I do?” I twist my hands anxiously. He looks so awful. Did I think I could kill him? Right now I’m getting all freaked out just seeing him in pain. I can’t believe I poisoned him with an aphrodisiac.
That one’s gonna be hard to explain to the local authorities.
“How do I help?” I ask, hovering nervously.
“Touch me.”
“I’m not going to do that!”
His eyes open and he stares at me. His pupils are enormous, his gaze glassy and unfocused. “Let me touch you, then. Let me lick you. I’ll lick you so good, Kim.”
“I’m not doing that, either!”
Did I think having my kidnapped neighbor in my living room was an impossible problem? It’s like the universe is messing with me. Because now I have a big, horny kidnapped neighbor…
And I can’t stop thinking about the way he licked my palm.
11
KIM
I slap a wet towel over the praxiian’s brow, ignoring his fevered panting and begging for release. I wet another towel and gently drape it over his straining groin.
“Touch me, Kim,” he mutters. “Touch me.”
I look at the clock, wondering how long this will go on. It’s been hours since I woke up to realize that I’d “poisoned” my neighbor with the noli. The sun is just about to come up, and he seems as fevered and overheated as ever. I’ve been trying to help ease things with wet towels, and I opened all the windows in the house, hoping a breeze would carry the scent away, but I’m not sure it’s doing any good. My fields are filled with more noli, after all.
I’ve called Bethiah all night, too, but it’s clear she’s not willing to pick up her package. I’m stuck with this big, horny cat and I have to figure out what to do with him.
It’s clear that I can’t let him go. If I do, I suspect he’ll run to the local authorities, tell them how I tortured and poisoned him after I kidnapped him, and I’ll be tossed into some alien prison. I shudder at the thought. I absolutely cannot go to prison. I’ve seen how free humans are treated; I